1:30 p.m, Paris, 5th district. Today I am in a rather introspective mood, not really in the energy of composing with the world. But, on Daubenton street, one sells balloons. While I am dancing, the dairywoman notifies the clothes seller that something is happening. I do not see anything, I am floating filled with helium, balloted by the wind… at the end of my silent dance, I am surprise d to see that 15 persons are watching me. I smile at them.